good lord, party guests are on their way and i'm nowhere NEAR ready! my skirt isn't even HEMMED!
it's all ruggy's fault. he's become way too good at the birthday week. tonight, he whisked me to moma to see the most-awesome-band-we-did-not-know-about ever, chico trujillo. moma never had such a throwdown in their backyard. the lead singer stomped about like he was at the most drunken party driven political rally in the world. and i'm talking about the good kind of party. they had a horn section. THEY HAD A HORN SECTION.
i know i should be polishing the crystal and pressing my party frock, but i'm too full of wine and ska beats to get my ass in gear!
don't worry though, i'll catch my second wind. this place will be lit up like the fourth of july for your arrival. you're coming from many corners of the globe, i hope, so please, don't feel the need to be right on time. we allow for all manner of party guest chez kalkatroona-- night owls, early birds, and twelve hour time differences-- this is a BENDER, people! i'll expect you anytime from friday morn till saturday night. weekend house party baby...
just knock REALLY LOUD and let me know you've arrived, i wouldn't want to leave you out of sunday's "who's who" post!!!